Oh my gosh, I would have to think about this one. On trout it is not the size of fish that matters but the joy of being there and catching them. Out there with nature without anything around except nature and you.
I have fished many creeks and streams over my life time all out in natures wonderland. The beauty of just being there. Even little brook trout about 7 inches go just wonderful in the pan. Of course I have caught larger also but those little ones are fun too. I remember an Upper Paninsla little stream I invented for my self a poke and drop method. Where the brush is thick find a small opening and poke the pole through the opening and drop the bait. Bingo they bite immediately. I caught enought for three adults and three grand children very quickly that way.
Others were a little more struggle to get like on the Jorden River. But when you get one it is a nice one. I remember the largest one that I got, except for Lake Michigan boat fishing, and that was on a cold night in December about 60 miles south of the straits. Nice fish but when I got it over the bank my fingers would not move as they were too cold. I carried the fish in my arms. All fun of course.
And then being on a stream during a mayfly hatch. That only happened to me once just before dark. It was wonderful. I could not catch anything but still that was one of the best memories. The fish riseing and grabbing. Just wonderful it was.
And I remember an evening up in Snowy Range Pass in Wyoming where we woke up in the morning with snow all around. 10,500 ft altitude and on a deer hunt. I was the camp cook so my youngest son and a friend were tasked with coming up with something for the evening meal. Ahhhhhh it seems they came back with some cutthroat trout. Just what we needed for the pot so I did indeed cook them.
I do not think that I could come up with the names off all the places. They were mostly in Michigan LP and some in the UP. And very few pictures were taken.